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Character: Hidan
Series: Naruto
Timeline: Chapter 332
Wiki Us a Bio/History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_minor_villains_in_Naruto#Hidan
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Edited 2009-06-13 02:17 (UTC)

Hidan hailed from the ninja village Yugakure. With the passing of the Great Wars, Yugakure abandoned its violent nature as a warring village and instead, took a turn for the pacifistic --becoming a tourist state. Hidan, starved for the heat of war, became frustrated with the newfound peace and took it out on his village, slaughtering them all. It was not long before Jashin, the faith revolving solely around complete carnage where anything less is cardinal sin, roped him in.

Hidan is the second newest member of the Akatsuki --a criminal organisation bent on world domination that collects tailed beasts to tip the power scale in their favor. He is the slowest and least skilled of his colleagues, and this is a fact that he admits without a single drop of shame. He holds the 三 ring and wears it on his left index finger. His partner is Kakuzu --The two of them, though displaying stark differences in motivation and constantly getting on each other's nerves, still manage to accomplish their tasks with a considerable amount of teamwork.

Edited 2009-06-15 19:31 (UTC)

Hidan is foul-mouthed, his speech often littered with profanity after profanity, and ill-mannered. He shows little respect for authority, challenging the objectives of the Akatsuki's Leader and openly talking about killing him, and shows even lesser respect toward his partner Kakuzu. The only thing he shows respect for is the faith of Jashin, and even then, he sometimes complains about the long, tedious rituals he has to perform and customs he has to follow. He speaks without thinking. Sometimes ridiculing others for their weakness when he himself has the same, sometimes shouting rudely at the only one who can help him and sometimes making comments that incur the wrath of the opponent and his own partner.

It's all complain-complain-complain with Hidan. Even the most smallest of triviality such as bad odour can compel him to voice out his unwelcomed displeasure --and this is a treatment he gives both ally and opponent. Hidan is perhaps the only Naruto character to so unceremoniously complain about pain. This is a fact quite ironic, because he cannot die from it. Pain, when inflicted by an opponent, is annoying and uncomfortable, and will most definitely induce a long chain of profanities along with a spiteful rebound. However, pain, when shared with an opponent, becomes a form of ecstasy. He finds sharing pain and then watching his opponent squirm on the ground as he lives through it something intensely satisfying.

Edited 2009-06-15 17:26 (UTC)

Immortality has spoiled him rotten, quite frankly.Can you blame him? With immortality and also the instant-kill nature of the Jashin Curse, he's virtually unstoppable. Hidan sees no need for strategy nor any need to expand his plethora of skills -which is why he can speak of being the 'least skilled' so casually. Once his eyes are on a particular sacrifice, he will refuse Kakuzu's help altogether. The thought of 'danger' is not present within him, and it is only when this such 'danger' becomes sadly evident, that Hidan panics, curses, calls and even begs.
His greatest weakness is his lack of tact. Hidan sees what is before him and acts accordingly. He does not think ahead, and he has never needed to. Strategy, journey route and everything in-between is left for Kakuzu to ponder over. All this guy does is kill. Because of his lack of tact and small number of jutsus, he is overdependent on what he has and thus vulnerable to any shinobi who knows of his skills beforehand.

Edited 2009-06-15 19:35 (UTC)

Jashin is a religion based on carnage. You enter a room, you kill everyone. It does not allow a single shred of mercy, and it definitely does not allow anyone to be left within a single inch of their life. Hidan values the customs of Jashin very highly, and he performs the long rituals despite not enjoying them that much himself. He fights for his religion, collecting sacrifice after sacrifice to offer to Jashin, and thus finds fault with the ones who fight for more worldly matters. The Akatsuki requires jinchuuriki hosts, captured by their members, to be alive upon collection --and this? Yeah, doesn't bode to well with Jashin-sama. In fact, Hidan sometimes talks about compromising the Akatsuki mission altogether in favor of his beliefs. (It's all talk though, because he's just an 'all-talk' kinda guy.)

Edited 2009-06-15 19:38 (UTC)

His abilities, though limited, are highly formidable. His main ability is his, in every sense of the word, immortality. Hidan can be stabbed, maimed and even incapacitated, but he will not die. In fact, he will not even lose consciousness -this evident in his ability to still speak after having his head lopped off. Immortality ain't fun though. Hidan feels the pain of every wound inflicted on him, and complains about them as if they were a bad itch.

He wields an unique scythe with three blades and a cord attached to it. The cord enables him to control the scythe from long distances, chasing the opponent for him, and can also be used for defensive purposes. The scythe's main purpose is not to maim the opponent, but draw blood from them instead. It's huge, maybe even taller than he is, and hinders his movement(this,perhaps earning him the title of the 'Slowest Member'). Despite it, however, Hidan is still highly agile in battle and can display acrobatic prowess.

Edited 2009-06-13 10:25 (UTC)

His most deadly jutsu is the Jashin Curse. The requirements for this jutsu to take effect are a simple drop of the opponent's blood, and his constant presence in the Jashin symbol. After consuming the opponent's blood or having a drop of it fall within the symbol, skeleton-markings appear on Hidan's skin. They indicate that he has effectively established a bodily link, and any injury inflicted upon him will be mirrored in his opponent as well. It's really too bad that in this state, he's just a sadomasochistic little bitch and enjoys drawing out the ritual by attacking non-vital yet still mind-numbingly painful parts of the body. He'll kill you in the end though, no worries.

Edited 2009-06-15 17:29 (UTC)

His beads, his scythe and a ripped up robe.

Sacrilege, that was what this was. There was not a single thing holy about this ritual. Though it shared the form, sight, sound, and even, hell, that coppery smell of blood as it trailed down his spike and fell onto the symbol of his Faith below him, it was missing the one key preceipt in the teachings of Jashin. Thou shall kill thy neighbour --

Hidan was forced leave this bitch alive.

The spike thrust into his body, grudgingly missing the heart by a hair, and pain radiated, pang after blissful pang. His hands gripped tightly onto the spike , in their own euphoric seizure, and they fought to contain the many sensations within. His knees grew weak and threatened to give way.

"H-Haaa ... That sure did it ..."

Edited 2009-06-16 03:50 (UTC)

A fumble for the switch, and the wall behind the urinal gave way, revealing a secret room. Of all places, they had to put the entrance behind a urinal. Sure, it was inconspicuous, but there were many more sanity hiding spots to choose from. They didn't have to pick somewhere so absolutely disgusting. Kakuzu stepped through the door, the corpse of their bounty dangling on his back, and Hidan followed, dragging his feet in complaint. The smell that smacked him square in the face as he entered was unbearable. No shit there, it was the stench of a century's worth of accumulated piss. He stole a glance at Kakuzu's face -and mainly, his expression. Nothing had changed -not a single vein out of place, not a single twitch of the eyebrow, and definitely nothing close to the disheaveled expression Hidan was pulling.

"Man, I can't stand the smell. Hurry up already, Kakuzu!" His request was met with no response, as Kakuzu lunged their bounty onto the tray for their client's inspection. What would that bastard know, anyway? Fucker was wearing a mask, he didn't have to bear with the stench at full blast. Their client shot him a look, one of disapproval, before turning away.

"Seriously, it's disgusting. Can we get out of here?" Hidan watched as Kakuzu opened the briefcase and begin counting note after tiresome note. The payment was the most annoying part of their side jobs, because his partner was painstakingly meticulous when money was concerned. This godless obsession with money frequently got on his nerves --everything about Kakuzu got on his nerves. The man was one bound to Earth -killing for money when the commandments state to kill for a kill, forcing him to leave people half-dead when the commandments state that that was the highest form of sin, bitching about his rituals non-stop when he didn't like them himself, constantly threatening to kill him but never, ever succeeding- he hated this man.

"I can't tell whether it's the bodies or the piss, but whatever it is, I can't take anymore of this." He tapped his foot repeatedly to emphasize his displeasure, hoping that that infidel would get the message, but he never did. That aws one Hidan decided to just fuck it all --

"I'm leaving this dump."

Edited 2009-06-17 04:17 (UTC)

[ Hidan has just been released from Pein's telepathic jutsu, but finds himself in a completely new environment. The transmission starts and you hear footsteps ]

W-What the hell. Whatever this is, it's probably that damned Leader's fault. I mean seriously --randomly plucking us out as and when he feels like? I swear one of these days, he's going to get what's coming for him.

Did everyone here just roll over and die or something? Oh jeez, it's so cold here, too. Kakuzu, I tore my robe helping you off that guy for your bounty, so in return, you better get me a new one!

--Kakuzu? Shit, where did he run off to ....

Edited 2009-06-16 03:06 (UTC)

Edited 2009-06-13 01:38 (UTC)

http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Hidan

There’s something not quite right about this place you find yourself in: a grand, but secluded city that perhaps once thrived with hustle and bustle but is now nothing more than a ghost town.

Maybe even literally.

At first glance, it’s not so bad, all things considered. It looks as if its citizens have dropped everything and fled, leaving a well kept city for your viewing pleasure. Where they’ve gone to is anybody’s guess: because you sure as hell can’t seem to find the exit to this place yourself. To one side of the city is a dock and sea for as far as the eye can stretch. The rest of the city is surrounded by a forest that would be told to be long, dense, and told to be overwhelmingly disorienting by explorers. Disorienting how? All the stories differ, but the outcome is the same: Those that try to travel through the forest eventually pass out (from varying circumstances) and wake back up in a room in the city as if they’d never left.

While there are no native citizens that you can see, there seem to be others about as confused as you. They’re not from here, but they’re probably not from where you are, either. Hell, they might not even be the same species or speak the same language as you. But that’s the least of your problems, isn’t it? You all share a common problem that extends beyond your genetic makeup, culture, and background:

How did you get here?
Why are you here?
How do you get out?

And perhaps even more important – How are you going to survive to find all of this out?

The only other constant in your new life in Nuadoria besides the ones who share the same fate of relocation as you is the ever growing fear of unwelcome guests appearing. Not everything that may appear in this city has to be like you, after all.

And finally—Sometimes, and only very rarely sometimes, will you or another find a glimpse of something—or someone—wandering the streets that doesn't belong, but only until you blink and then it’s as if it was never there in the first place. They’re enigmas at best, moving in silence, ghosts unaware that they've passed on. The only thing known about these enigmas are they have some sort of entity and represent what is – or what’s left – of the citizens of this now silent city.

When it’s all said and done, it does seem pretty hopeless, doesn’t it?

But, if no one can get through the forest, why is it that from Nuadoria, a break – perhaps even the end – in the forest shows a belltower of a Cathedral present? Furthermore, if no one was here to begin with and everyone who is now here is in the city ultimately cannot get out, why is it every so often the bells sound from the Cathedral, thundering across Nuadoria?

Not to mention, something very odd happens when those bells are rung. Something that will make you very seriously consider the bells as a part of your survival here.

Perhaps "survival" is in the eye of the beholder.

Here, keeping your sanity is as vital as keeping your heart beating, your lungs breathing. And, here, sanity is only nestled within the safety of a reality far long gone, leaving behind only traces of itself as fake and stable as the perception that created it.

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